|Cohen David Compton|
|My husband, Cameron|
|"No plastic cheeses for me, thank you."|
|You people scare me.|
|If you have one of these I'm sorry.|
When I was younger I had a small collection of skeleton keys, I think my mom bought them at a yard sale and knew I would love them, and she was right because they were right up my alley. They remind me of things like secret gardens and hidden passageways, and if you know me you know I'm all about romanticism of any kind. Romanticism and long sentences. So, like the skeleton keys, ( I hung them in a jewelry box next to my necklaces), I am always hunting for things that spark that kind of feeling. I love the idea with filling your home with things you made yourself, or that an ancestor made. Maybe you re-purpose it, or re-upholster it, whatever, but it always impresses me when I ask someone where they got a pillow or dresser and instead of answering "at so and so furniture store" they say "My sister made that for me" or "My uncle built that." And even though everyone knows I covet everything from Anthropologie, this blog is about making my own versions of the beautiful stuff they have!
So this is it for my first blog, more to come, I will most likely be writing at night after Cohen goes to sleep! Until then, faith, trust, and pixie dust!